The sudden change shocked everyone. They were all shocked when they looked at the man in rags but extremely sad.
Infected by his sad mood, the survivors did not even feel the joy of being rescued, and fell into sadness together.
What exactly happened to this man?
The snow was falling heavily, but the surrounding Templar warriors quickly gathered around.
Someone shouted: "Quick! Send someone to notify the temple! We have found the target in Irkutsk!"
"Lord Lu Bei has been killed! The armed helicopter crashed!"
"All members of the Black Robe Order must not retreat! Hold him back! The Templars will be here soon!"
"Don't be afraid! He has been seriously injured!"
Hundreds of black-robed warriors rolled around, holding two-handed giant swords. There were magicians and knights in silver robes mixed in the queue.
However, a loud shout was heard, but Ivan ignored the two shocking penetrating wounds on his palms, grabbed two thin swords, and stopped in front of the man.
He shouted sternly: "Anyone who doesn't want to die, stand up! Fight with them!"
Thousands of survivors woke up as if from a dream, and then they all reacted, shouted, and stopped in front of the man with weapons in hand.
Despite the fact that the survivors were dressed in rags, they were also unorganized and disorganized.
But thousands of people swarmed forward, and their desperate aura immediately stunned the group of black-robed warriors.
Normally, these untouchables would not even be worthy of carrying their own shoes.
They are led by a golden-robed magician and have armed helicopters for fire support. No matter how many untouchables there are, what will happen?
But now?
The golden-robed magician died, and three armed helicopters crashed.
Although the average strength of the remaining black-robed warriors is C-level, there are only about 200 of them.
A silver-robed warrior shouted sternly: "No one can retreat! We are proud Templars!"
"us……"
Before he finished speaking, a gunshot rang out, hitting the silver-robed warrior directly in the chest.
Old Man Andre raised the double-barreled shotgun in his hand and shouted sternly: "Kill them!"
This old-fashioned shotgun was obviously unable to cause fatal damage to the silver-robed warrior, but it completely angered the opponent.
Hearing roars from both sides, everyone rushed forward without fear of death.
The survivors fought to survive.
The warriors of the temple fight for the tasks arranged by God and for the dignity of the temple!
Two hundred versus several thousand.
Although the numbers were unequal, the Templars' strong physical fitness and tacit understanding of fighting methods allowed them to fight evenly with thousands of people!
In this war, either you die or I die!
There is no longer an armed helicopter as a deterrent, and there is no A-level golden-robed magician to lead.
Although the Templars were still brave, they were outnumbered and surrounded by thousands of survivors, fighting to the death.
They brandished giant swords with both hands, gritted their teeth and fought hard without saying a word. On average, for every Templar warrior who fell, five or six survivors died.
Under absolute numerical suppression, even if their average strength was one level higher than that of the survivors, the black-robed warriors of the temple were still beaten back.
Not far from the central square, hundreds of men in black watched this unequal battle silently, with no intention of intervening.
This is an elite team affiliated with the FBI in North America. More than half of them are biochemical warriors that have been modified from the human body, and there are also a dozen artificial humans made from high-fiber muscles.
The team was led by a white-haired scientist whose soul strength had reached the peak of A-level.
He watched the Templars fight to the death without retreating, and then cursed an idiot.
That golden-robed magician named Lu Beite is also an idiot.
This group of refugees could survive in the ice and snow of Irkutsk, which is obviously not a simple thing.
After eating the flesh and blood of the old god, his physical fitness and soul strength have been raised to a higher level.
Yes, they are blasphemers and deserve death.
But the temple cannot be so arrogant and drive people to a dead end.
It's okay now, Lubeite is dead, and the armed helicopter has been shot down.
The blasphemers had to risk their lives in order to survive.
The key is that in this desperate attempt, the low-level black-robed warriors of the temple really can't defeat others.
One of the bionic warriors whispered: "Mr. Copperfield! Aren't we going to help?"
Copperfield sneered: "Help? Have you even been blinded by the camera?"
"How did Lubeite die just now? Didn't you see it?"
"Why did those three armed helicopters fall down without seeing them?"
The biochemical warrior's face turned red after being scolded by Copperfield, and he couldn't help but say: "We are allies of the temple..."
Copperfield interrupted him: "It's just a matter of talking outside! These days, if you can't even trust your own brothers, why would you still trust your allies?"
"You group of biochemical warriors have been transformed one by one to become more powerful, but your brains are getting harder and harder to use."
"They are not as useful as artificial humans. Although they are dumber than you, they are loyal and reliable and don't talk nonsense when executing orders!"
When he said this, he suddenly raised his voice: "Frankenstein No. 1!"
A strong and powerful man walked over carrying a hammer without saying a word.
Copperfield said: "Prepare me a body!"
Frankenstein No. 1 waved his hand, and an artificial man with empty eyes stepped over.
The scientist from the FBI reached out and touched the artificial man. After a while, the artificial man's eyes gradually glowed.
Copperfield looked at his new body and felt a little proud.
This is the soul transfer technique he developed. Through the special soul resonance frequency, his three souls and seven souls can escape from his original body and enter an artificial body.
This artificial body is equivalent to one's own puppet. In this case, if the puppet's body is used to do some dangerous things, even if the body is killed, the three souls and seven souls can still escape.
As long as your own soul is immortal, it doesn't matter how many puppets you die.
He said enthusiastically: "Frankenstein! You keep my original body!"
"Captain Biochemistry, come with me to meet this God-Slayer!"
The biochemical captain cursed ten thousand times in his heart.
The God-Slaying One was so fierce that he killed an A-level magician with three strikes, five strikes and two strikes, and also shot down three armed helicopters.
It is said that during the divine battle in the Holy City, the God-killer was chasing after God.
The battle lasted for nearly a month, and we still don’t know who won or lost.
You are not afraid of death, you are just a puppet anyway.
But I'm afraid.
However, the hierarchy within the FBI is strict, and scientists are the top group in the FBI, equivalent to academicians of the China Academy of Sciences.
He gave an order and he really couldn't disobey it.
Copperfield didn't care what the biochemical captain was thinking.
Anyway, to him, the Bionicle warriors are all a bunch of idiots. They are not as loyal as the artificial man Frankenstein, and their IQ is not as good as those who are serious about science and management.
It doesn't matter if everyone dies, since there are so many people who want to be biochemical warriors these days.
He just shrugged and walked towards the battlefield.
The God-killer and a group of blasphemers are really a group of people made in heaven...